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[strawberried]

Alright, I give up. This is some kind of resort place in, fuck me, the Caribbean or something, right? The South Pacific?

Whatever. You've seen one island resort, you've seen them all. Point is, I need to get the hell out of here, since tomorrow is Monday, and that means Ishida's gonna put me in some more gay pink glasses or something

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[frigidwarsong]

...Excuse me?

[strawberried]

A taxi. And. A caramel. Macchiato.

I know you're supposed to be the quiet one, Rukia, but not deaf.

[frigidwarsong]

...You're an idiot.

[strawberried]

...What did I do now?

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[anti_buttons]

I do think that all of my surprises have been exceptionally well-planned!

[anti_buttons]

This, however, had nothing to do with me. I'm sure that Urahara is behind it.

[strawberried]

...Shit, I should've called Urahara.

[anti_buttons]

Oh, no, you shouldn't have. The last thing I want is for you two to be on speaking terms. I'll handle it.

[reversetheremix]

Gay pink glasses, huh.

[strawberried]

Fall '03 collection.

[reversetheremix]

The line must've had a quick run.

[strawberried]

It wasn't Bleach enough or something.

[sciencedaughter]

You do not like... surprises?

[strawberried]

Not when they're Ishida's or Urahara's.

[sciencedaughter]

Ah. Picky.

[strawberried]

Just experienced.

[isabeansprout]

...I don't even know what to say anymore.

BABY

[strawberried]

How about directions to the airport.

HAY BABY HAY

[isabeansprout]

The what?

/CLINGS TO

[strawberried]

The. Airport.

...Shit, you people don't have an airport.